Blood of a Werewolf by T. Lynne Tolles Read Free Book Online

and the herbs needed to make the charm.   After blessing the already cleansed and charged stones, she arranged them in the pouch along with the herbs and tucked the pouch in Devon’s front pocket.   “There,” she said in a whisper, “That should help you rest and heal.”  
    As she sat there, sipping her tea and reading Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber, she was aware of every breath he made, every movement, everything.   She calmed him when he was restless with the cool washcloth and by running her fingers over his forehead and into his hair, like a mother would do to comfort a sick child.  
    Several hours had passed when Blake came in the back door.  
    He almost got his head conked with the teakettle, but Darby recognized his silhouette before hitting him.  
    “Remind me never to break in here at night,” he said as she lowered the teakettle.  
    “I don’t think that is something that I should ever have to remind you,” she said matter-of-factly.   He chuckled.  
    “How’s he doing?”  
    “Too soon to say, however, I didn’t have to give him any stitches as the holes ended up being smaller than I had expected.” She didn’t bother to mention that the wounds seemed to miraculously get smaller.   She figured he’d think she was loony.   She continued, “No stitches means less chance of infection.   But I don’t know for sure that nothing else was hit, so I guess we just wait and see if he gets a fever.   Then we worry.   He seems to be resting peacefully right now.   He was pretty restless at first, but that’s to be expected.   Its not everyday Van Helsing guy shoots you with a crossbow. Speaking of Van Helsing guy, now might be a good time to tell me what the heck is going on.”  
    At that moment Blake looked like a little boy – a six foot four inch little boy – innocent, scared, and not knowing what to do without his big brother to advise him.   Like his brother, he had gorgeous brown eyes, but not exactly the same color, more milk chocolate brown with amber flecks. They were bright and rather hypnotizing, but there was a wildness there that his brother’s eyes lacked – which was perfectly okay with her.  
    “So out with it,” she demanded.  
     

 
    Chapter 3

      “Hmm, this is not going to be easy,” Blake smiled.   His smile, she was sure, broke quite a few hearts.   It was precious, comforting, and contagious. His whole face smiled, like nothing he would say could possibly be untrue.   Uh huh , she thought. He shared this smile with his brother and between the two of them, she thought they must leave quite a wake of women behind them.  
    “The thing is, there is a huge part of the story that I think should come from Devon.   It should be his choice/burden to give the details about us. But I will try to answer your questions to the best of my ability.”  
    She raised her eyebrows as if agreeing, doubting it would go well. “All right! Who is the Van Helsing guy?”
    “His name is Max Porter. He’s a hunter.”  
    “Uh huh! A hunter – that’s vague.   A deer hunter? A lion hunter? What?”
    “A hunter of a specific kind of person.”
    “A person hunter? Yuck!” she said and then, as if a light went on, she continued, “You mean like an assassin? A terrorist with a crossbow?”
    He rolled his eyes and grimaced. “Somewhat like an assassin, but for a very, very specific kind of person.”
    “This is getting annoying.   You mean like a, I don’t know, a bounty hunter? A vampire slayer?” she laughed.
    He went white as a sheet. “Yes, very much like that,” he said.
    “I see! So this Max was hunting your brother?”
    “And me,” he said.
    “Yes. So Max is a software engineer slayer?” she joked.
    “Well, not exactly, but let’s go with that for the sake of time.”  
    “Okay, Max the Van Helsing wannabe, is a software engineer slayer and came to kill you and your brother, because your software stinks?”
    He laughed. ”Yeah, I guess